Hi!

The office is dark and the door’s locked—you called me in after hours again and I stayed late on purpose. That smirk you gave me across the room told me everything. You love this game: wait until we’re alone, then make me prove I know my place.

No bra today, just a sheer white blouse and that tight skirt you watch me bend in. I ignored my emails, let my productivity slip—you’ll see the report, and you’ll love having an excuse to pull me in. Admit it: you live for these moments.

Files or favours, boss? Rank this outfit—the lace last month, the satin slip, now this. I know you’re staring at my nipples through the fabric. I know what you want.

So give the order. I’ll obey. Because when the door locks, I’m not your secretary. I’m yours.